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~ISABELLA~

When Antonio and I got back from seeing my father, we found the dinner table ready for us.

He insisted that we have dinner before he left for the club.

It was awfully quiet, and the room was only filled by the clinking of our forks on the plates.

I kept thinking about Tom and what he said. He offered to help me get away from Antonio, but I didn't know if I could trust him.

"Do you like the food?" Antonio asked, obviously attempting to start a conversation and break the tension in the air.

"Good. It's always good."

"Tom... What did he want?"

I looked at him across me, picked up the glass of wine, and sipped. "He was my boyfriend."

"Was. Exactly. So, what did he want?" He asked again.

I swallowed and placed down my glass of wine.

"He wanted to see me."

He placed his fork on his plate and looked at me. "I heard him, Angel. He wants to take you away from me, doesn't he?"

"Then why did you ask?"

He smirked, "I wanted to see if you were going to be honest with me."

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